"outstay" poems - Hello Poetry

people only knock for the warmth, outstay their welcome, i've never wanted to love quickly i want to lay each brick, caulk every corner and be sure

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Sep 15, 2017

Sep 15, 2017 at 11:37 PM UTC

broooke

Breaking and Entering.

people only knock for the warmth, outstay their welcome, i've never wanted to love quickly i want to lay each brick, caulk every corner and be sure

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The light shines in the darkness Although few can see it It finds a way to shine through it Those turn their back to it Fear it will outstay So they shove it away Those that respect it Have seen its array Hoping it will sway that dreadful darkness away

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Nov 8, 2019

Nov 8, 2019 at 2:01 PM UTC

Celticknight

Dreadful Darkness Away

The light shines in the darkness Although few can see it It finds a way to shine through it Those turn their back to it Fear it will outstay So they shove it away Those that respect it Have seen its array Hoping it will sway that dreadful darkness away

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I'll get the last train home I do not wish to outstay my welcome I really don't mind - I actually like it Can you like sad and lonely times? There's an odd feeling when overhearing friends talk It forms the static beneath my thoughts As I hold on tight to this solitude And try to like it as much as it likes me

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Apr 26, 2018

Apr 26, 2018 at 10:47 AM UTC

aar505n

Last Train

I'll get the last train home I do not wish to outstay my welcome I really don't mind - I actually like it Can you like sad and lonely times? There's an odd feeling when overhearing friends talk It forms the static beneath my thoughts As I hold on tight to this solitude And try to like it as much as it likes me

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A little dragonfly sat on a stalklet. She tried to find a vivifying cool. The sun was scorching, hot and scalding. No one could outstay for long in full. That poor stalklet was so dry and woeful. Under the soft breeze it could turn to dust. The dragonfly was tired and marcid And had to sit on stalklet at the last. I pray the sun stop scorching all at once, Give cool a little bit, stop shining. I pray the sun being mercy for in need. And save the little dragonfly from dieing. And I’m as this dragonfly myself. My stalklet’s dry. It almost turns to dust. I’m waiting for a miracle. I’m utter fool. I know it’s stupid, but I somehow trust.

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Jan 31, 2025

Jan 31, 2025 at 3:04 PM UTC

LoveMelody

Little dragonfly

A little dragonfly sat on a stalklet. She tried to find a vivifying cool. The sun was scorching, hot and scalding. No one could outstay for long in full. That poor stalklet was so dry and woeful. Under the soft breeze it could turn to dust. The dragonfly was tired and marcid And had to sit on stalklet at the last. I pray the sun stop scorching all at once, Give cool a little bit, stop shining. I pray the sun being mercy for in need. And save the little dragonfly from dieing. And I’m as this dragonfly myself. My stalklet’s dry. It almost turns to dust. I’m waiting for a miracle. I’m utter fool. I know it’s stupid, but I somehow trust.

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Vera sits by the window with my book reading I sit on the blue sofa looking through the art magazine I found on her coffee table she's wearing the purple sleeveless dress and a black long sleeved top underneath I suppose your old man'll be back later? I ask much later she says turning a page can I keep this copy to read? she asks sure you can I say I love poetry she says she puts the book on the coffee table and sits beside me on the sofa how often do you write poetry? everyday I say well most days she takes the art magazine from my hands and lays it on the table and says do you want to? want to what? you know what we did last time? sure I say here or in the spare bed? she asks how about your big bed? I ask no best not he can smell so well he'd smell another man like a dog does a rabbit she says ok here's fine I say I'll get us a drink first she says and goes off to the kitchen and I look around the room then the front door opens and a man's voice says I'm back early Vera the boss said I deserve it I sit up and pick up the magazine and scan a page the guy comes into the lounge and sees me who are you? he asks I look up from the magazine just as Vera rushes in with two glasses of ***** Eddie how comes you're home early? who's he? he asks looking at Vera then at me I'm Johnny I work with your wife and I brought around a copy of my new book I say couldn't you have given it to her at work? he asks ( I'd often wished that but there was little privacy) well I was passing so I thought I'd drop it off I say well ok he says looking at the glasses best drink up and be off I guess you're busy he says Vera passes me a glass and gives the other to her old man good to see you home early she says maybe we can go out for dinner sure he says eyeing me up I sip my drink and say well I won't outstay my welcome but never like to rush a good wine that's all right he says I'll just go change into something fresh and off he goes Vera pulls a sad face and I'm glad he never came a few minutes later or we'd both have lost our grace.

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Jul 20, 2015

Jul 20, 2015 at 3:54 AM UTC

TerryCollett

ALMOST WITH VERA 1969

Vera sits by the window with my book reading I sit on the blue sofa looking through the art magazine I found on her coffee table she's wearing the purple sleeveless dress and a black long sleeved top underneath I suppose your old man'll be back later? I ask much later she says turning a page can I keep this copy to read? she asks sure you can I say I love poetry she says she puts the book on the coffee table and sits beside me on the sofa how often do you write poetry? everyday I say well most days she takes the art magazine from my hands and lays it on the table and says do you want to? want to what? you know what we did last time? sure I say here or in the spare bed? she asks how about your big bed? I ask no best not he can smell so well he'd smell another man like a dog does a rabbit she says ok here's fine I say I'll get us a drink first she says and goes off to the kitchen and I look around the room then the front door opens and a man's voice says I'm back early Vera the boss said I deserve it I sit up and pick up the magazine and scan a page the guy comes into the lounge and sees me who are you? he asks I look up from the magazine just as Vera rushes in with two glasses of ***** Eddie how comes you're home early? who's he? he asks looking at Vera then at me I'm Johnny I work with your wife and I brought around a copy of my new book I say couldn't you have given it to her at work? he asks ( I'd often wished that but there was little privacy) well I was passing so I thought I'd drop it off I say well ok he says looking at the glasses best drink up and be off I guess you're busy he says Vera passes me a glass and gives the other to her old man good to see you home early she says maybe we can go out for dinner sure he says eyeing me up I sip my drink and say well I won't outstay my welcome but never like to rush a good wine that's all right he says I'll just go change into something fresh and off he goes Vera pulls a sad face and I'm glad he never came a few minutes later or we'd both have lost our grace.

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Should I compare you to a spring morning You are as harsh as the rains cold venom Spring allows growth and warmth you cause scorning Spring leaves when asked you outstay your welcome Would I compare you to autumn’s sunrise Autumn always takes its end peacefully Somehow you take the end as a surprise Fall lets the past fall you end forcefully Could I compare you to summers sunset Summer should always brings joy and freedom But with you summer comes with us upset So why have I caged myself to boredom So why do I keep comparing your fate For you are only the season of hate

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Apr 27, 2025

Apr 27, 2025 at 7:18 PM UTC

Midget_of_madness

Season of hate

Should I compare you to a spring morning You are as harsh as the rains cold venom Spring allows growth and warmth you cause scorning Spring leaves when asked you outstay your welcome Would I compare you to autumn’s sunrise Autumn always takes its end peacefully Somehow you take the end as a surprise Fall lets the past fall you end forcefully Could I compare you to summers sunset Summer should always brings joy and freedom But with you summer comes with us upset So why have I caged myself to boredom So why do I keep comparing your fate For you are only the season of hate

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4.The last time you kissed me was the first time you kissed me with the lights on, standing 1. We even were able to outstay the jazz band/laughing as they passed the bass off the stage 6. You said there was no connection 5. I showed you how to dance, just to be near to you, again 4. We ****** like our bodies were familiar/ your skin was no longer a stranger to my sheets 1. You told me you had fun and we should do it again, sometime 6. You told me you had fun, but had to sort out your feelings 3. We slept, naked and familiar 6. I was harsh with my words 7. I apologized/ I am no longer decifering your intentions 7. I think I hurt you, too 2. By the end of the night, our hands were stuck to each others magnetic bodies 4. We kept missing the train 7. I still miss you 8. Will we see each other, again?

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Jan 31, 2019

Jan 31, 2019 at 11:42 PM UTC

elle-nell

Reliving / reincarnation

4.The last time you kissed me was the first time you kissed me with the lights on, standing 1. We even were able to outstay the jazz band/laughing as they passed the bass off the stage 6. You said there was no connection 5. I showed you how to dance, just to be near to you, again 4. We ****** like our bodies were familiar/ your skin was no longer a stranger to my sheets 1. You told me you had fun and we should do it again, sometime 6. You told me you had fun, but had to sort out your feelings 3. We slept, naked and familiar 6. I was harsh with my words 7. I apologized/ I am no longer decifering your intentions 7. I think I hurt you, too 2. By the end of the night, our hands were stuck to each others magnetic bodies 4. We kept missing the train 7. I still miss you 8. Will we see each other, again?

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or i will give advice?! what my father never said.. (and try not to patronise..) don´t pick your nose- long time dead! learn to cook.. find a woman and you will find love there is always someone watching.. don´t get old son- read leonard cohen love is god sent stay away from the cider tent hark to bill and ben find what you love and do that-your a dog your a cat.. there is dream and there is the real-seek and bon-chance on that one.. bare your soul and make a million and good luck on that one.. don´t climb trees when your high listen well children..! there are doors of perception- you will not have your cake and william blake.. we are angel and devil the choice loquacious mandible is fake.. ride a camel.. like it all if you can play a clever hand.. put your head in a lion get the write end sing and dance you own.. be proud but no too proud be loud but.. live in a hut on the sand.. end in the end begin .. don´t outstay your welcome..

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May 1, 2025

May 1, 2025 at 6:36 AM UTC

michael-john

or i will give advice?!

or i will give advice?! what my father never said.. (and try not to patronise..) don´t pick your nose- long time dead! learn to cook.. find a woman and you will find love there is always someone watching.. don´t get old son- read leonard cohen love is god sent stay away from the cider tent hark to bill and ben find what you love and do that-your a dog your a cat.. there is dream and there is the real-seek and bon-chance on that one.. bare your soul and make a million and good luck on that one.. don´t climb trees when your high listen well children..! there are doors of perception- you will not have your cake and william blake.. we are angel and devil the choice loquacious mandible is fake.. ride a camel.. like it all if you can play a clever hand.. put your head in a lion get the write end sing and dance you own.. be proud but no too proud be loud but.. live in a hut on the sand.. end in the end begin .. don´t outstay your welcome..

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